Step One...
To fully explain exactly the downturn my life has taken in the past 3 weeks would take me longer than i have at this internet cafe. And indeed, seeing that there are a number of you I owe personal apology emails to, I'll try and make this kind of a catch all so that I can point you here for a longer explanation.
Basically:
- I'm out of work.
- I'm broke, having not been paid my severance cheque
- I'm out of my flat having not paid rent for reasons of not being paid from work.
- I can't make phone calls or texts cos my bills not been paid.
- I can't find work with no phone and no internet.
Now that aside, my good friend Nav kindly offered me a room in his luxurious flat courtesy of James's upgrading of his relationship from "Living with her (but she may come to her senses and kick me out anyday so don't fucking rent out my room)" to "Think this is it, and anyway I have keys now so I'd just crash on the couch if we did have an argument - give steve my room". All in all means 2 good things. Well 3 good things if you count the fact that I'm living rent free - YAY!
So, after 2 weeks of this how has my life gotten so crazy? Surely, living with my best friend should have calmed the stormy waters and gotten my life on track. Well, I hope you won't mind me saying that its a combination of things. Some my own fault, some... the blame belongs to others.
Maybe pictures would help! Last night i came home from the fucking long walk from Kings Cross to Archway in order to save myself some money at teh cheap assed Russian internet cafe. When I get home i see the lights in my room go off, and some rustling on the bed.
This is what I want to see:
This is what I do see:
Yes folks, the fucker opened fire to welcome me home.
So for the record. Living with Nav is wonderful. Living with Gee a Joy. Living with Alex and baki is cool and slightly better than expected. Living with Kev, even temporarily, is a fucking NIGHTMARE!




